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waves crashing just below the structure as they approached. He held the GPS unit firmly in his hand; strangely no one else was around. The parking lot was empty and except for the sound of their shoes on the gravel, the howling wind, and the crashing waves in the distance, it seemed eerily quiet. Ben quickened his pace to keep up with his aunt, not wanting to be left behind.
    They circled the outside of the lighthouse, looking in the tall grass that was growing around the base. Ben continued to look at the GPS unit, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. “What do you think of this?” He asked. Lacey took the unit and analyzed what she was seeing. They were facing the lighthouse’s rounded wall, with their backs to the ocean.
    “From right here it says we need to go straight about eight feet.” She said with a confused tone.
    “We can’t go straight, unless…do you think it is in the wall?” Ben asked with concern and excitement.
    “No, I don’t think so…hey follow me.” She started walking around the wall until they came to an old door. The red paint was flaking off in some spots, and the handle was weathered from the salty ocean air. “Okay, see, now it says go straight eight feet again. It must be inside.” She concluded as she grabbed the door handle and began to turn it.
    The door was locked, so she began knocking. After a few minutes of banging on the door she pulled out her cell phone, and then dialed 411, for information. “Yes can I have the Hacita Head State Park’s number for Florence, Oregon please?” She said to the operator.
    Ben continued to circle around the lighthouse as he listened to his aunt. He heard the loud call of a seagull above him and looked up. About four feet above his head was a window, and oddly enough that window was open.
    He ran back to Lacey and grabbed her arm. “Come here” he said as he started to drag her towards the window. Lacey closed her phone and followed.
    “Check this out.” Ben pointed to the window. “What do you think?” He asked.
    “It’s a small window; I bet if I boosted you, you could get in and unlock the door.” She said as she stepped below the window.
    “What if there’s nothing on the other side? I mean how would I get down?” Ben asked. His stomach grumbled, reminding him of his fear of heights.
    “Well I bet it’s not as high inside, so you would probably only have to drop a few feet.” Lacey said, trying to be as convincing as possible. “Let’s just try it, if it doesn’t look like you can make it, you can just come out this way again, and I’ll grab you.” She reassured him.
    Ben stepped next to his aunt; she bent down and clasped her hands together. He put his foot in her hands. “Okay, ready? One—two—three!” She said as she used all of her strength to lift his weight. He grabbed onto the edge of the window, pulled himself up and rested his stomach on the window frame. His feet were hanging from the outside, as his head bobbed inside the lighthouse.
    It sounded strange inside; he looked from side to side. A spiral staircase circled the middle of the round room. Other than that there were only cobwebs and old sand that had made its way in over the years.
    “Okay I’m going in, you’re right, it’s not as high inside.” Ben said as he twisted his body through the window. He looked up and noticed something that seemed totally out of place. At the very top of the ceiling was a bright red circular container. On the bottom of the container staring him in the face was a black compass with the letter N, E, S, and W on each point. He couldn’t contain his excitement, “You won’t believe this!” He yelled to his aunt. He lifted himself through the window then dropped to the floor.
    Lacey heard a loud crash inside the lighthouse. Something felt wrong. She jumped up toward the window. “Ben!” she yelled. No response. “Ben!” fear ran down her spine, “Ben are you okay? What was that noise? Can you hear me?”